Bite.
Wealth God Hall.
Zhang Xuan raised his hand and precisely blocked the dart that was aimed at him.
The dart was only a hand's width away from his neck, but he couldn't cross that distance no matter what.
Their arms were pressed together, and their eyes met.
"You... you're not drunk?!" Fang Qi's face was filled with astonishment and shock, and his arms were trembling slightly.
He clearly saw the other person finish the entire bottle of alcohol Sleeping Drug! How could this be??
How could this be!? Taking advantage of his shock and distraction, Zhang Xuan suddenly reached out, his free left hand passing between the two of them, and struck him squarely in the chest.
Thud! A heavy palm strike landed hard on Fang Qi's chest.
Even though Zhang Xuan was no longer Fifth Grade in his youth, his palm strength was still at the level of Fourth Grade cultivator or above.
This palm strike broke Fang Qi's sternum, sending him staggering back several meters.
He didn't have time to get up; he was still sitting cross -Prayer Mat legged on the Prayer Mat when he was knocked back and slid several meters away!
Fang Qi vomited a mouthful of blood, which fell onto the gray bricks.
Blood slowly seeped down the cracks in the brickwork, accompanied by tiny bubbles.
"You're something else, Brother Zhang. It seems you've always been wary of me."
Zhang Xuan's expression was complicated as he slowly stood up.
"Actually, I really did finish it, but you were worried I'd cause problems, so you put in too little. And when I was younger, I had special training in resisting date rape drugs."
"Training against drugging?" Fang Qi was stunned. He suddenly realized that using drugs against Zhang Xuan was a complete mistake.
But how could an ordinary person undergo such training? And where could they receive such training? "Then what you said earlier, about sending people to Tan Lao Zhuang, was also a lie?" he asked in astonishment.
"Who knows? Maybe it's true. After all, Tan Lao Zhuang isn't in our province, and the environment there is much more stable," Zhang Xuan sighed softly.
"What I least expected was you. You actually..."
"What do you know?!" Fang Qi suddenly interrupted him, gritting his teeth.
"You think I don't know that our uprising is just cannon fodder? That we're doomed? You, Zhang Xuan, aren't afraid of death, but I'm still young!"
He stood up and clutched his chest.
"Fang Qi, have trained in martial arts for so many years, enduring countless hardships! Am I just going to be cannon fodder and die for nothing this time?!"
"Brother Zhang, even if you don't think of yourself, you should think of your son and apprentice. This is the perfect opportunity for us to surrender. Do you really think that we, with just a few thousand men and relying on natural defenses, can stop those ferocious and tyrannical Spirit Army?!"
Zhang Xuan looked at his brother, who had once sworn an alliance with him and joined the rebellion, with a heavy heart.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Fang Qi was right; they couldn't keep blocking them like this forever.
He had originally planned his escape route in advance, but now it seems it's all too late.
Soon, a series of faint sounds of weapons clashing came from the Wealth God Hall, mixed with screams and shouts.
Zhang Xuan's expression changed slightly as he looked towards the door.
"What else did you do?"
"What did we do? We just brought a few more people with us when we went up the mountain."
Fang Qi laughed loudly, "Brother Zhang, a wise man submits to circumstances. Now is our best opportunity. Surrender immediately and cooperate to take down the other rebel leaders. As long as we get Old Master Han, we're all set."
"Shut up!" Zhang Xuan's expression immediately changed. He lunged forward, using a combination of a One Yuan Talisman and Bewildering Smoke Step Vitality Talisman to launch a rapid attack.
He needed to remove Fang Qi before anyone came from outside.
Despite his chest injury, Fang Qi's footwork remained swift.
After exchanging several blows, he let out a low shout and rushed out of the temple gate.
On the stone steps outside the door, the two exchanged blows, and the dull thuds of impact, belonging to the Fourth Grade, rang out one after another.
Although Zhang Xuan was unharmed due to his previous resistance to alcohol, the alcohol laced with Sleeping Drug did have some effect, weakening his strength and speed.
Fang Qi, on the other hand, was injured in the chest, which inevitably made it difficult for him to exert his strength and caused him excruciating pain.
Both were of the Fourth Grade, and their conditions were similar. In addition, they had been friends for many years and knew each other well.
At this point, the fight became so intense that it was difficult to determine a clear winner.
What made Zhang Xuan uneasy was that when they left the Wealth God Hall, they found that a fight had already broken out outside as well.
First Squad people, appearing from nowhere, joined forces with some members of Qinghe Temple to surround and kill another group of Martial Cultivation Disciple from Qinghe Temple.
Throughout the entire Dao Palace, shouts of battle and the sounds of fighting filled the air.
Blood, screams, howls of pain, and roars echoed amidst the clashing of weapons.
"Hahahaha!!" Fang Qi burst into laughter. "Brother Zhang, give up. Now that Palace Master Tang Sha has surrendered, plus the hundred or so men I brought, do you think you still have a chance of winning?"
Zhang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his son Zhang Xintai and several other Martial Cultivator slowly gathering in the distance. They were trapped Profound Heart Hall Qinghe Temple, fighting fiercely against the hall's doors.
Dao Palace, the Wen Xiu were not skilled in martial arts were all driven away and arrested.
Those who resisted were all cut down and fell to the ground.
The area in front of the three main halls was covered in blood.
His anger gradually turned into sorrow.
"Fang Qi!!"
This emotion transformed into power, rapidly amplifying each of his attacks.
Fang Qi, who was already struggling, was now in an even more embarrassing situation.
But soon, another person rushed in from the side.
The newcomer was dressed in a Daoist robe, wearing Jade Branch Lotus Crown, with a fair complexion and no beard. He was none other than Tang Sha, the current Palace Master.
"Junior Brother Zhang, the situation is hopeless now, why bother?"
Without saying a word, he took Fang Qi's place and began a fierce battle with Zhang Xuan.
This time, the offense and defense were reversed.
Tang Sha is one of the few renowned Fifth Grade Master in Qinghe Temple.
Moreover, they are a number of highly skilled combat practitioners who have earned their reputation through actual combat.
Like Zhang Xuan, he had traveled extensively in his youth.
At this moment, the opponent immediately gained the Zhang Xuan hand in terms of strength and speed.
"Lian Qing, help me!" Zhang Xuan shouted suddenly.
Swoosh! A crossbow bolt suddenly shot out, aimed at Tang Sha's back.
Caught off guard, Tang Sha only had time to roll to the left when she heard Zhang Xuan shout.
But we were still a step too late.
The crossbow bolt pierced through the flesh below his left shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.
However, Chen Lianqing, the eldest disciple in the distance, was also exposed and was entangled by a skilled fighter brought by Fang Qi.
"How dare you!!" Tang Sha, in excruciating pain, immediately flew into a rage.
They clashed again with Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan was drenched in sweat and could only dodge the attacks. He moved away at lightning speed.
Even when they retaliate occasionally, they have to resort to desperate measures just to calm things down.
Meanwhile, in other areas, Zhang Xuan's rebel Righteous Army and some Qinghe Temple disciples were being gradually overwhelmed by Fang Qi and Tang Sha's men, and one by one they collapsed to the ground.
There were also guards at the Mountain Gate, preventing people from going down the mountain.
This is clearly an attempt to wipe out everyone on the mountain.
The situation is getting worse.
*** Qingding Mountain.
Two figures flashed quickly through the mountains and forests.
While avoiding the branches and leaves that he might bump into at any moment, Zhang Rongfang kept his eyes on Qing Su in front of him.
This woman from the Golden Wing Tower has truly impressive agility.
Even with the speed he deliberately displayed, which was a step above the Third Grade, he could only barely catch up.
Of course, his strength lies not in speed, but in his silence and stealth.
It was just beginning to get light.
Qing Su suddenly stopped and used one hand to brace herself against the tree trunk. She floated lightly upwards for three meters.
Using this height, she looked out into the distance.
"The mountain where Qinghe Temple is located is just ahead. You should know this place better than I do, right?"
"Nature."
Zhang Rongfang had already sensed a sense of familiarity in his surroundings.
"So, does that mean I've fulfilled the requirements of the Feather Token?" Qing Su asked calmly.
But in my heart, there was a hint of mockery.
Without the Feather Token, she wanted to see what Zhang Rongfang could do upon his return. Even if he was a genius, judging from the intelligence gathered from the building, Zhang Xuan and his group belonged to the Righteous Army's Holdout Faction in Huaxin County and Qinghe Temple.
The Holdout Faction is already somewhat weaker than the Appeasement Faction.
Spirit Army had been waiting for this moment.
Presumably, the Zhenyong Army is already in disarray.
The Han Family Three Brothers, along with the logistics personnel at Qinghe Temple, have all begun to be targeted and attacked. She landed, stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhang Rongfang.
"I'll give you some information for free. The Spirit Army is now cooperating with spies within the Zhenyong Army to attack your master and his men from both inside and outside. If you go back now, you'll not only face internal strife, but also a full-scale suppression by the Ling Ting's Garrison."
Moreover, after today, this place will likely be surrounded, making it difficult even for birds to fly away.
So, think it through before you go in.
With the Ling Ting Army pressing in, the ensuing chaos will not be as simple as a one-on-one duel between experts.
No matter how high your martial arts skills or how great your talent, you can't withstand a barrage of arrows.
Zhang Rongfang looked up and peered through the gaps in the trees at the Qinghe Temple, which was faintly visible.
Scenes of my master and senior brothers flashed through my mind.
"So, you can still leave today?"
He countered with a question.
Qing Su squinted, her expression behind the mask somewhat complicated.
She could understand how the other person felt at that moment, because she had also faced such a difficult choice before.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang reminded her of her past self.
What do you want to do?
"Do what I want to do."
Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze, slowly took off the Wish Wheel on his back, and peeled off the cloth wrapping it.
Buzz.
Wish Wheel turn steadily, revealing its sharp serrations.
Without further hesitation, he strode up the mountain.
"Here's a quote from our Tower Master."
Qing Su suddenly spoke from behind.
"What?" Zhang Rongfang stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly.
"As long as you are fast enough, there will only ever be one enemy in front of you."
Qing Su looked at the other person with a complicated expression.
At that time, she didn't choose to rush out; she retreated. Meanwhile, Zhang Rongfang, "Thanks." Zhang Rongfang waved and quickly walked up the mountain.
*** "Junior Sister Rao!!" Zhang Xintai cried out in grief as he watched his junior sister, who was very popular in the Dao Palace, being hacked to death and lying in a pool of Blood Pool.
He wielded a long sword and slashed down a soldier, attempting to rush out to save him.
But the two people behind him grabbed him and hugged him.
"Senior brother, don't be impulsive!! Going out now means certain death!"
Zhang Xintai roared and was dragged back to the Profound Heart Hall with red eyes.
Inside the hall, led by Zhao Dacong and other Martial Cultivator, the people were using thick wooden planks to block the windows.
A large bell, taller than a person, was placed upright by the gate. After Zhang Xintai and the others entered, they immediately closed the gate and pushed the bell over to block most of the doorway.
Inside the main hall, only thirty-odd people remained; the rest had been captured by the chaotic soldiers outside, and those who resisted were killed.
However, most people sided with Palace Master Tang Sha and became one of the main forces in this turmoil.
Including the servants, there were more than two hundred people in Qinghe Temple, and at least half of them were standing on Tang Sha's side.
"Senior brother! What do we do now?!" A group of people surrounded Zhang Xintai, all looking panicked.
Zhang Xintai, the leader of the Righteous Army, was overwhelmed with grief and his mind was in turmoil, unable to come up with any good ideas.
He wished he could just rush out and fight to the death with all his might.
But... "we."
He had barely begun to speak.
Poof! Suddenly, a black line pierced through the wooden window of the Profound Heart Hall.
The black line pierced through a man's chest and then pinned him to the wall.
Everyone screamed and crouched down, only then realizing that the black line was actually an arrow!
Thick, black arrows with metal crossheads!